Dull, damp, misty, miserable and dreary. These are the words which sprang to mind when we set out this morning for our walk. A few spots of rain fell on us, but never amounted to very much, so, throwing caution to the wind, we set out round Straw's Bridge and Pewit Carr. As we passed the 'Bogwash', the unmistakable sounds of a fight came to us across the water. The Coots were at it again.